Hey guys, this is a fictional story. All characters are above 18 years old.
**INSIDE THE HOSPITAL**
**CH-1 THE FIRST VISIT**
Day 1
I was feeling a lot of weakness in my body, and yes, I was still a virgin. I had uncontrolled anger and got transferred at my job due to shouting at my female manager. I lacked interest in my life as I now had to stay away from my family. I took a two-day medical leave from the office.
I decided to go to a nearby government hospital. After a long wait in line to get my card made, I finally got my turn. When I entered the doctor’s cabin, I saw a beautiful female doctor in her mid-30s. She was wearing a tight top and short jeans that barely covered her thighs. I fell in love with her body. Her boobs were maybe B34. I was lost in these thoughts, and no doubt, my tool had reached the size of 6 inches.
The doctor called my name again and again. I realized I was daydreaming and, without wasting any time, sat on the seat in front of her desk. She asked me what my problem was. I told her that I felt tired and lacked interest in life and had anger issues. After hearing my concerns, the second doctor, who was junior to my crush and also a female, laughed. I had not noticed her existence as I could not take my eyes off my new crush’s cleavage.
The doctor told me to go behind the green curtain as she wanted to check me. She first checked my throat.
“Good,” she said.
She checked my chest with her stethoscope. I loved her touch on my chest.
“Good,” she said.
She pressed my stomach with her fingers and said, “Good.”
She then remarked, “Your upper body has no problem. Maybe something is wrong down there.”
Her mention was enough to make my tool rise again, which had turned down moments ago. She said, “Lower your jeans and underwear,” which I did suddenly. She smiled at my erection and grabbed my testes for 8-9 seconds. I was on cloud nine by then.
“Ummm, maybe I should recommend a scrotal ultrasound,” she said to herself.
She then said, “Checkup over, dress up and come out.”
I dressed and she wrote an ultrasound and some blood tests on my card. She said to come with the reports. I thanked her and came out of the room. The sudden transfer of my body from the cold room to the dry room gave me a headache. I saw her card and found out her name was ‘Shweta’ (I will now mention her by this name) from her signature. I was fantasizing about her body and her pink lips as my turn came in the ultrasound room. Coincidentally, a female attendee was on duty.
I gave her my card. She said, “Remove your lower clothes and lay down,” which I did. My cock was still erect. She said this test could be done when the patient is not aroused. She asked me to go jerk off in the washroom.
The hallways of the hospital seemed to stretch endlessly as I navigated my way to the men’s washroom, clutching my growing sense of embarrassment and urgency. The stark white tiles reflected the harsh fluorescent lights above, casting a clinical glow on everything.
Upon entering the washroom, the strong scent of disinfectant hit me, mingling with the faint mustiness of old plumbing. The cleaner, a woman in her early 30s, was diligently mopping the floor. She wore a simple night suit, her back to me as she scrubbed at a particularly stubborn stain.
“Excuse me,” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the swish of her mop.
She turned briefly, her face expressionless. “You can go ahead and urinate,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, her accent thick and her words clipped. “I won’t look. Just need to finish this quickly.”
My heart pounded as I stepped towards the urinal, the cleaner continuing her work just a few feet away unaware of my intentions. The intimacy of the space and her nonchalant attitude created a bizarre juxtaposition. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the exam room and Dr. Swetha’s touch.
Steeling myself, I turned slightly to see the cleaner’s backside. Her night suit clung to her curves, the fabric taut across her hips, her ass was big and would give any man a hard-on. The sight sent a surge of arousal through me, my body responding instinctively. I tried to be discreet, but the urgency of my situation demanded action.
Taking a deep breath, I unzipped my pants and began to jerk off, my eyes locked onto the cleaner’s form. She moved with a rhythmic precision, oblivious to my actions. The forbidden nature of what I was doing only heightened my arousal.
The cleaner continued her work, her movements fluid and practiced. She hummed softly to herself, a tune I couldn’t quite place but which added an oddly domestic feel to the otherwise clinical setting. I quickened my pace, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Moments later, I reached my climax, stifling a moan as I released my pent-up tension. I felt a mix of relief and shame wash over me. I quickly cleaned myself up, hoping the cleaner hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary.
With my composure somewhat restored, I zipped up and hurried back to the ultrasound room. The female attendant awaited my return, her expression professional and detached. I lay down on the examination table, my mind still reeling from the bizarre and illicit encounter.
The ultrasound and blood tests were over quickly, the cold gel and the probe a stark contrast to the heat I had felt moments before. The attendant handed me the results, her demeanor efficient and business-like.
Clutching the papers, I made my way back to Dr. Swetha’s cabin, my heart still racing. The incident in the washroom lingered in my mind, a strange blend of guilt and exhilaration. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had irrevocably changed, setting the stage for whatever was to come next in this peculiar journey.
**END OF CHAPTER**
**Ch 2 The Hall**
Once I returned to her cabin, Dr. Swetha was not there. Instead, her junior was looking at me, smiling, and said, “She has gone home to feed her baby.”
I thought to myself, “I hope I get a chance to suck those milk-producing breasts.”
Her junior asked for my card, which I gave. “Ummmm, your ultrasound and tests seem fine. Wait, it says ‘high testosterone and low cortisol.’ Do you have high anger issues?”
“Yeah, you are right,” I remarked.
“Can you show your dick once?” I was not expecting the word “dick” from a doctor. She did this without asking me to go behind the green curtain. Her name was Harshita, and she was a size 36C with a medium ass. She was wearing a salwar-kameez (traditional Indian dress). When I lowered my pants, no doubt I had an erection. I was standing too close to her seat, and my tool suddenly rose, erect, close to her lips. She suddenly pushed me and slapped my face hard.
“Don’t be a pervert,” she said.
I vowed to avenge her slap and settle the scores in my mind. She then told me she was in no mood to check me and asked me to come back tomorrow and meet Swetha Mam.
Day 2
I went to her cabin again today. Besides Swetha, my love, instead of Harshita, there was another female junior doctor in her early 20s. Swetha said, “Payal, will you mind seeing this case?”
“No problem, mam,” she replied.
I sat in the seat in front of her, and similarly, she told me to lower my pants, which I did. This time, I was conscious not to stand close to her before lowering my pants. My tool was, no doubt, again hard. She did not show any reaction and grabbed my dick with one hand and my testes with the other.
“Umm, it seems there’s swelling there,” she said.
She pressed my dick too hard, and I got more aroused and orgasmed cum on her face. She laughed and asked me not to worry. She grabbed napkins from her bag and passed me one to clean my dick.
“So caring,” I remarked.
She then said, “I need to discuss your case with Swetha mam.”
“Fine,” I said.
I was still standing with my jeans removed. After a while, Payal said the swelling was due to high testosterone, and it is very, very rare for something like this to happen. She then saw I was bottomless. She laughed and said, “You can get clothed again,” and laughed.
Swetha interrupted and said to me, “Don’t worry, we will find a cure.”
She excused herself and went outside to the female washroom. A male cleaner was cleaning the washroom. Swetha shouted, “Go out and ask a female to clean it.” She went inside, locked the door, slipped down her short jeans and panties, and sat on the toilet seat. Her breath quickened as her fingers slipped into her pussy and dialed a phone number.
“Hello? Yes, it’s me,” she spoke softly into the phone, her voice laced with urgency. “Mam, we’ve got a possible test object to work on for our project. Remember the approval we received from the high court?”
As she spoke, she started to rub herself slowly, her thoughts consumed by the patient she had
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